Page 35 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

The sensation builds fast, spiraling, wrapping around me until I can’t hold onto anything else.

I’m screaming now, the pleasure hitting in waves, intoxicating, pulling me under with no chance of escape.

“Look how well you take me,” he growls, his pace picking up, every movement hitting the right spot.

I can’t.

I can’t even look at myself anymore.

My eyes squeeze shut, my head falling forward as everything inside me fires up, burning, building to a point that feels unbearable.

“Yes…” I match him, my hips moving without hesitation now.

I’ve never been like this. Never this involved or this gone.

“More,” I beg.

“More?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out like a plea, like I don’t even recognize my own voice anymore.

It takes just three more thrusts. Three. And my body gives in completely.

The pleasure crests, crashing through me all at once, stealing the air from my lungs as everything breaks. It pulls me under, consuming me, leaving me trembling, my body shaking through it as it rolls on, hit after hit.

I cry out, unable to hold it back, the sound torn from somewhere deep, somewhere I didn’t know I had access to.

And for a moment…. There’s nothing else.

Just the feeling.

Just him.

And me, completely undone.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he turns me, his hand firm at my waist, guiding me like I’m still not fully my own.

Then his lips are on me.

He kisses me like he already knows how I taste, like he’s been waiting to claim it, slow at first, then deeper.

“The night’s not over,” he breathes against my mouth.

And this time, I believe him.

I hold his gaze.

“Bring it on.”